#Joan of Arc at the Stake
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i-see-me-in-food · 6 months ago
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Just gave myself a fuck ass bob
These bitches were lying I do not look like Camilla Macaulay
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gnawgag · 2 years ago
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joan of arc’s death at the stake by hermann stilke// foundations of decay - mcr
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mttonex · 7 months ago
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john d'arc 😼
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wow he's so cool and good at basketball!!!
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filmfuneral · 1 year ago
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now i know how joan of arc felt
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rootsmachine · 2 years ago
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lottie matthews // “variations on the right to remain silent,” anne carson
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stigmatam4rtyr · 1 year ago
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Joan of Arc’s Death at the Stake (1843, oil on canvas) | Hermann Stilke
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bvdysnatchers · 2 years ago
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yes, the horrors are indescribable, but you’ve got to serve!
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drieddpetals · 11 months ago
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morrissey did NOT know how she felt
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milfygerard · 4 months ago
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THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE!!!! THINGS!!! DAR!!! LING!!!!
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ledzeppelinhater · 9 months ago
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found out they reanalysed joan of arc's testimony which concluded she likely had a form of epilepsy. i have epilepsy. the ledzeppelinhater lore deepens x 💋
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luckdovica · 11 months ago
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'jeanne d'arc was a magical girl' is not what i expected to get from watching a silly little show about a pink haired girl getting traumatized beyond comprehension
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betweenthetimeandsound · 2 years ago
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At the Hour of Death
I slept that bitter night, cold, and alone, with only the slightest traces of angel wings passing by. Everything aches, even with the armor stripped off, my heart yearns for such precious things.
If the dawn arrives again, I shall walk, ashamed and broken, yet with every step, I know something awaits me. Others have pierced my soul, to get that secret in blood, yet I know it remains pure-- something promised, and bound to no other.
I sought freedom for those chained and strangled, but even then, it is miniscule compared to the release of souls from the besieged embrace morning begets. I bear my cross, small, but never so slight, as I am bound, and the flame ignites.
Charcoal smoke floating, I give up my ghost, offering itself to the heavens, a dove among crows. Yet the fire keep burning everything which remains of me, until my body forms a halo of flesh and ash. Taking my last breath, I envelop myself in heavenly light, for I was born at the end of the world, yet died to create a new one. --Elda Mengisto (written in 2017)
Author's Note: When I saw @nosebleedclub's prompt for "death sentence", I figured I might share a poem I've written a few years ago. It obviously has Joan of Arc imagery in it (in fact, the original title is simply "Jehanne"), but I still think there are still some strength throughout this piece. What do you think?
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kenstewytruther · 1 year ago
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my grandma made me trans (she gave me a book about Joan of arc when I was seven)
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stylishanachronism · 2 years ago
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Still thinking about that one review of Howling Dogs like what the fuck
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sysipheheureuse · 1 year ago
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no but you don't understand, this is literally her role. she became a saint almost 500 years after her death, with the explicit intention of her being a bridge between the Church and the french government of the time, which was extremely anticlerical. the pope even kissed a french flag during the ceremony. it also united the far-left and the right-wing nationalists as a strong symbol when the country really needed reconciliation (it was just after ww1). so yes haha funny post, but also accurate historical account of the importance of the figure of Joan of Arc
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agp · 6 months ago
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anastasia let them in. she wanted to die. she wanted shotguns and she got them
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